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Nov 19

Mercy and Justice

Posted on Wednesday, November 19, 2014 in Emotional, Relational, Social, Spiritual, TreeHouse, Values

micahThis coming weekend I will be on a retreat. The images I’m featuring on #mysilentscream this week will be from works of “art” I created on various TreeHouse staff retreats.

When my friend Jill Lacher first challenged us to do art I laughed. “I am not artistic. I got Ds in art class, and I earned them.”

In time I learned that I had an artistic eye, but not like in art studios, museums or hanging on walls.

I learned to put words on paper that reached deep into my creative soul.

Nov 18

Oceanside

Posted on Tuesday, November 18, 2014 in Relational, Spiritual, TreeHouse, Values

IMG_5683This coming weekend I will be on a retreat. I’ve been on many retreats. Some of my favorite retreats have been TreeHouse retreats. The images I will be featuring on #mysilentscream this week will be from works of “art” I created on various TreeHouse staff retreats.

I know of no art medium that covers up bad art skills more than pastels. So when my friend Jill challenged me to create art with pastels in hand I was less afraid of failure and rejection for my lack of skills.

Nov 17

Art

Posted on Monday, November 17, 2014 in Education, Relational, Spiritual, TreeHouse, Values

GreenThis coming weekend I will be on a retreat. I’ve been on many retreats. Retreats are just that, a retreat from the norm; from daily, normal life.

Some of my favorite retreats have been TreeHouse retreats. The images I will be featuring on #mysilentscream this week will be from works of “art” I created on various TreeHouse staff retreats.

Art

When my friend Jill Lacher first challenged us to do art I laughed. “I am not artistic. I got Ds in art class, and I earned them.”

Jan 28

Lessons from Lachers – Sierra

Posted on Monday, January 28, 2013 in Emotional, Relational, Social, Spiritual, TreeHouse, Values

My wife and I traveled to California recently to see our friends Jill & Eric Lacher.

They drove the forty-five minutes from San Jose to Oakland to sit in rush hour traffic to pick us from the airport. Rather than be frustrated and relieved to see us, their smiles beamed from inside their car.

Hugs abounded and smiles continued as we entered the car heading to San Jose.

We exchanged small talk and stories.
We listened and laughed.